Bonnie 9-22 July 2007

He's dead.

Fortieth entry (or Bonnie Ain't No Biznitch, He's the Shiznit)

• Note: I'm not going to count the Chris Benoit entry in the entry count.

Now for the story. Last Monday, I was told that the Senator was giving away a few puppies. The light bulb of opportunism lit up and by the end of the day I got this bundle of cuteness.

He was around 2-3 months when I got him. Although still puhretty kee-yute, his German Shepherd-Rottweiler lineage is already showing, and I'm already bracing myself for a monster canine that will lap me up in less than six months.

Puppy has no place in my boarding house. Well, there can be, but I don't want my puppy living uncomfortably. So I asked Jasmine to "park" the puppy in her yard until Tita Nene picks it up to bring him to good ol' LB to be cared and loved with the other former puppies Ghia (German Shepherd), Rocky (a brown Doberman), Keanu (a Daschund-mongrel, in love with Ghia), and Kimmy (Pug)

We took a tryke from KNL to Anonas. I never imagined this would happen: he had biyahilo. He puked and drooled all over the tryke floor. If it wasn't a rainy afternoon, the sight would be disgusting and embarrassing. At least it wasn't exactly barf--it was just drool and other clear fluids. But when we disembarked he tossed out the icky yet colorful stuff barf should be.

After making the puppy more comfortable I phoned Jasmine (she wasn’t home yet) and told her what happened on our way here. That’s when she came up with the name. “Naku, dapat siguro uminom muna siya ng Bonamine.”

I’m already a bit dyahe with the Ferrers for doing me this favour (thankyouthankyouthankyouican’treallythankyouenough), but Bonnie proved to be what puppies should be: cute and endearing. He is affectionate and only makes an annoying fuss of a whine when you leave him (he mellows down after a few minutes). And Jasmine, after nearly six years, does not strike me as an animal lover beyond Nadare (her turtle), but she received Bonnie with open arms (or feet; she told me that one time Bonnie just sat on her feet and made lambing—“I am cute! Resistance is futile!”). I am actually wearing a Cheshire smile just typing the previous sentence. Bonnie may end up in LB or not, but either way I feel this new responsibility is a second birthday.

And so it goes.

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